To All You “Freaks,” MJ Is Not Guilty

Nothing gets my blood boiling more than Michael Jackson bashing. Recent accusations against the king of pop were an excuse for all haters to hate him even more. They were waiting for the next allegations so they could prey on him.

When was it established that plastic surgery and pedophilia have some correlation? “He’s a freak,” and “he needs to be put away,” are some of the insults that thoughtlessly fly from the mouths of many.

Bizarre as he is, Jackson is no child molester or smooth criminal.

Most people who meet me, and even get to know me over time, pass similar judgments onto my character. “Crazy, weird and psycho,” are remarks I hear often. Some aren’t as blunt but will squint their eyes in question, “You’re so different.”

Comments like these no longer faze me. They’re almost expected. I haven’t altered my nose, indulged in face-lifts or bought my way to poutier lips. Yet, opinions are formed.

If it were up to me, I would have pulled the plug on Jackson’s cosmetic surgery fund back in the 80s, when he still looked black, and handsome.

The main issue that the public has is with Jackson’s lifestyle, and his behavior with children. He had slumber parties and sleepovers at his Neverland ranch.

People grow wary because “he thinks he’s Peter Pan,” and because the man built himself a Neverland, but that’s an issue I’ll get into in a moment.

Anyway, Michael Jackson grew up in a world where a good time with peers was unthinkable or even unknown. He had no friends. His life consisted of working and being scrutinized. We all know the story. But for some reason, not many people get it.

He’s embracing the childhood he never had in his adult years. He surrounds himself with children because children have energy. Children want to play. Children don’t judge him. They’re just grateful that the biggest celebrity on the planet wants to hang with them. So they have sleepovers and pillow fights. Jackson tucks them in and reads them a bedtime story. I still don’t see the problem.

Maybe it’s because I myself adore children. If I were Michael Jackson, I too would build a theme park in my backyard. Heck, I’d build ten Disneylands and Neverlands and invite all the youngsters over. Why would I want to associate with my contemporaries? Old people are boring and talk about serious stuff. They have problems to work out and tend to feel too mature prematurely. They don’t run around and act silly. And they definitely don’t fancy rides and games and winning prizes all that much.

I’ve lived a quarter of a century and at all my family functions, you’ll find me in the backyard rolling around with my little cousins. I’m not ready to get old. Don’t get me wrong, I’m responsible and work and have my priorities straight. I just prefer to giggle and joke and watch cartoons.

Please stop asking dumb questions to convince yourselves that he’s drawn to little boys. “So why wouldn’t he sleep in the same bed with young girls?” For the same reason that a female is present when a woman is checked by a male physician. For the same reason camp counselors and male teachers make no physical contact with the girls in particular in fear that it may be conceived as inappropriate.

Have I made it obvious enough that I’m a fan of the moonwalker? There’s a reason why I love him and why the rest of the world worships him and also why the jury in the child molestation case confirmed his innocence.

Because he IS innocent!

I haven’t the strength to delve into the OJ verdict and how a mindless jury set a killer free, but I’ll scratch the surface. A jury whose nine out of twelve members were black acquitted Simpson in criminal court in 1995. Ok. Perhaps using race to excuse the jury’s astonishing decision is a cheap shot. But we hopelessly wonder if that had something to do with it.

That being said, the jury in the civil trial two years later in 1997, ruled against Simpson on each of the eight technical questions of liability it was asked to consider. The civil court found him liable for the deaths of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman. The Superior Court jury awarded $8.5 million in compensatory damages to the Goldman family.

I didn’t want to succumb to comparing OJ’s murder trial with Jackson’s case, but it’s a question that’s bound to arise.

Don’t get me started on the accuser’s scheming account that had no solid foundation and his devious, manipulative mother who has a history of fraud and a warped sense of reality. The jury took charge of that and thankfully, justice was served.

There’s nothing worse than being misunderstood by people who think they know you. I don’t know Michael Jackson personally, but his characteristics thus far, though “odd,” shouldn’t determine whether he’s “dangerous.”

For those who found a support system in Jackson bashing, I’m sorry that your ideas have been shattered. You can resume with bouncing your distorted views off one another, but they’re worthless.

Don’t believe in something because it’s popular. Stop with the name-calling. No more “Jacko wacko,” or “freak.” Stop demoralizing a man who longs to heal the world.

Before attacking a person’s dignity, start with the man in the mirror.

So he’s gone overboard with the nips n tucks. He thinks he’s a character from a fairy tale. He’s a grown man that rides the roller coasters and vibes with children. He held, not “dangled,” his baby over the balcony for a screaming crowd. I’ve seen money do stranger things to people but wouldn’t for a minute doubt their intentions.

Would you let your child bunk with Michael Jackson.” you ask?

I don’t have children, but sure I would. Call me crazy. Call me what you will. But please, stop picking on Michael Jackson.